The Animal from Demo by Old Town Wake

all my friends are telling me that
they've sorted out our broken state
they look at me and think i'm crazy
i look at them and think the same

they got a plan that they are preaching
a remedy they wanna sell
and you can buy if you're not leaving
but if you are you can go to hell

they praise their god, they praise their freedom
they celebrate the great debate
but victory is always sweeter
when guaranteed at the gate

they call it choice, i call it treason
and still i play on bended knee
this game of theirs you all believe in
or maybe don't and feel the same

you can hate my lack of answers
and you can hate my prying eyes
but do not hate a broken system
hate yourself for keeping it alive

so idealists say keep on trying
and anarchists say light the match
but the animal that sleeps inside you
knows the truth and sits and laughs

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